Unexpected Promises

Chapter 12 ✓

Saad's pov:

It was finally time. The moment which was going to change my life forever. My answer would be considered as the final decision. It would decide whether this nikkah would happen or not.

"Do you, Saad Ibrahim, son of Faisal Ibrahim, accept Atifa Ahmed, daughter of late Daniyal Ahmed, as your lawfully wedded wife, with the haq Mehr of Mehr-e-Fatimi?" Qazi sahab asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced at bhai, only to find him keenly observing me, waiting for my reply. He gave me a nod of encouragement, silently asking me to go ahead.

Glancing beside me, I found everyone looking at me. One particular person's gaze caught my attention once again. This time, along with me, he was glaring at Qazi sahab too. And from the corner of my eye, I caught his gaze drifting at the women's side, making me annoyed. "Qubool hai." I heard myself replying loudly, firmly. His gaze snapped towards us and a satisfied smile tugged at my lips. Now he would know not to try anything like that again.

"Qubool hai." I replied for the last time and although I was looking down, I could feel his heated glare on me, which strangely enough, was making me smile.

Bhai leaned with a smile, giving me a side hug. Smiling slightly, I hugged him back. Zeeshan patted my back with a wide grin. "Congratulations bro! May Allah bless you both and always keep you guys happy."

"Aameen." I mumbled with a smile.

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None of us had uttered a word yet. I hadn't even looked at her properly except for that glimpse I was able to have before nikkah. That too, only of her dress. I glanced at her, only to catch her stealing a glance at my suit from the corner of her eyes. Amusement flickered through me as a smile graced my lips.

She was dressed in a cream gown, the bodice covered in pearls and the dress flowing down from waist. No doubt it made her look like an angel. And no wonder people seemed to keep gazing at her. Not wanting my thoughts to drift towards a particular 'someone' present in the room, I turned my attention back to the person sitting beside me. Her henna cladded hands were holding a clutch and a flower bouquet. "Assalamuaikum." Clearing my throat, I mumbled loud enough for her to hear.

"Walikumussalam." This was the first time I noticed her voice, it was soft, sweet and in a way, it added to her angelic look today. Glancing around, she started playing with her fingers. My gaze seemed to follow her every move.

"You can look up, you know?" I wasn't intending to tease her, annoy her or make her angry the first thing after our nikkah. But I just couldn't stop myself from getting a reaction out of her.

And as expected, her face snapped in my direction as she glared at me. Okay, so the first look which my wife gave me after our nikkah was a glare? How sweet! I should be recording this moment for future references.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, for the first time I actually looked at her angelic face. Her chocolate brown eyes seemed to be burning fiercely. She had a straight nose, not pointy or anything, just enough to compliment her features. And her lips, they were pressed in a straight line. I was sure she would look even more beautiful with a smile. But I was also sure I would reel her up like this only to see that fierce look on her face. It made her look like a fireball, ready to burn everything down.

Ah nice, I even knew what I would be doing in the future?! I was beginning to think too much. Her cheeks were pink, a natural blush adorning them. Or maybe, it was because of anger and annoyance?

I didn't know and I would rather not know. Before I could admire her beauty anymore, she mumbled something before looking away. It took a moment for me to register her words.